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Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis. Soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. Da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum. Dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus invidere possit, cum tantum sciat esse biasiorum.
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Let us live, my Lesbia, and love, And value all the talk of stricter Old men at a single penny. Suns can set and rise again; For us, once our brief light has set, There’s one unending night for sleeping. Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, Then another thousand, then a second hundred, Then still another thousand, then a hundred; Then, when we’ve made many thousands, We’ll muddle them, so as not to know, Or lest some villain overlook us Knowing the total of our kisses. Catullus,
Catullus 5
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Auguste Rodin, Eternal Springtime, c. 1884. Courtesy of WikiArt.
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